TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE | TORUOct 30, 2023 18:44:25 GMT -5
yamaguchi daichi
however long it takes.
groupMist Shinobi
age 17 years old
birthday september 23
rank chuunin
occupation mizukage bodyguard
I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW Success. He still felt like he’d cheated a little bit, though—relying less on his Mind’s Eye and more his own deductions to suss out the lie. He’d do better on the next round—
His train of thought was interrupted by Isobu’s excited interjection, quickly followed up by the realization that he could hear the Sanbi, clear as day, as though they were just having a normal conversation. He had to pull his focus… outward, in a way, like getting a birds-eye view of the full scope of Isobu’s enormity, but once he had a better perspective he felt like he could see the flow of the bijuu’s chakra.
If Daichi’s chakra was a bubbling stream, easily diverted where it needed to go, then Toru’s was a still, placid reservoir, and Isobu’s was an ocean. Once he understood the push and pull of the bijuu’s chakra’s tides, it was not so hard to read. He swelled with excitement, almost childlike in his innocent anticipation of getting to play a game. There was the barest reflection in Toru’s eyes, a deepening of crimson saturation, but otherwise he seemed unaffected.
Isobu is non-violent, Daichi-kun looovvess Toru-kun, or Isobu loves lettuce.
Daichi’s heart hiccuped in his chest, stumbling over several beats before accelerating up to top speed. Heat suffused his neck and ears and he cleared his throat, quickly gathering his now-empty teacup—and collecting Toru’s, if he was in need of a refill—before zooming over to fuss with the teapot.
"It’s oversteeped,” he said, his voice cracking. "I’ll make more. Um—”
He’d known instantly what the lie was: while he was too close in perspective to Isobu’s chakra, it was difficult to read, but once he had the full picture the teasing, playful swell around Isobu loves lettuce was clear as day.
Daichi loves Toru. As a protector loved their charge, or a citizen loved their leader, yes. Even as a friend loved a friend: they’d spent so much time together over the past couple of years, Daichi saw Toru more frequently than anyone else in his life. Affection between friends was completely normal. And they were friends, weren’t they? Inasmuch as Toru allowed himself to have friends.
You don’t have to do that.
I don’t, but I am.
His heartrate was not slowing down.
"Isobu loves lettuce,” he said as he set about preparing a new pot of tea, his back carefully angled so that Toru could not see his face. "Is the lie, I mean. What do you like to eat, Isobu-sama? Are you a hunter or gatherer?”
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